So we'll go no more a-rovingSo late into the nightThough the heart be still as lovingAnd the moon be still as brightFor the sword outwears the sheathAnd the soul wears out the breastAnd the heart must pause to breatheAnd love itself must restThough the night was made for lovingAnd the day returns too soonStill we'll go no more a-rovingBy the light of the moon